Explorations Into Liminality
“and there came an arm and a hand above the water and met it and caught it, and so shook it thrice and brandished it, and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.”

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Garden of Dreams

In my garden there is a large place for sentiment.  

My garden of flowers
is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. 

 The thoughts grow as freely
as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.
-   Abram L. Urban

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Upon Waking

I dreamed last night of the Old Ones
Telling me of the sea
And secrets

Whispers like the bark on trees
Reaching Then and Yet
All at once

Drawing symbols on my skin
Circle upon circle
And there was no end
~Julie Ferioli 2010

Friday, July 2, 2010

The Last Wave

I cry for the lonely mermaid (whose lovers are bones below)
Salt spray stinging my eyes
Sea stained cheeks

Call of the gull, the wail of the maid (leading the ships to the rocks)
Crashing of the waves
Castle of rock spires

Rocking in my cradle (jetsam tossed upon The Vast)
Her song sails me home
Green glass washed upon the shore

~Julie Ferioli 2010